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Recap: I was*both surprised and flattered when my best friend and next door neighbor, Jen,*confided to me that her husband, Demarcus, had a crush on me. However, I was taken aback when Jen suggested that I should be Demarcus's present for his fortieth birthday. I had never even considered such a thing. I told my husband, Tom, about this bizarre request. I expected Tom to be shocked, if not offended. However, he surprised me by making it clear that he found the idea titillating and intriguing. At first, it seemed*like the idea would simply be a fantasy of sorts to augment our rather mundane sex life; not something we would make a reality. However, Tom kept revisiting the subject, and seemed to be seriously considering allowing me to do this, to be Demarcus's present for his birthday. I must confess, the thought of being with my tall, muscular and handsome, black neighbor aroused me. After a series of progressively more explicit conversations about what might happen between Demarcus and me, Tom allowed me to spend last Friday night with*my best friend's*husband on his birthday.While Demarcus and I were enjoying each other at his house, Jen was entertaining Tom next door at my house. I returned home to*my husband*at noon Saturday morning, well fucked, satisfied beyond description, with my vagina swollen, sore and seeping Demarcus's sperm. Demarcus and I entered my backdoor to my kitchen. Demarcus's semen was leaking from me. We found Jen waiting patiently. She was dressed, her hair wet and pulled into a ponytail. Tom was still in our shower. I said my goodbyes to my neighbors turned lovers, hugging both of them before they left. I entered the master bathroom*to find*Tom exiting the shower, his flaccid penis hanging in front of him as he dried himself.I removed my dress. He was surprised to see that I was naked under the dress. I had given my panties to Demarcus as a memento; and I had carried my bra, garter belt and stockings rather than put them on before coming home. They were lying in the bed in the next room. Tom watched intently as I stepped into the shower, squatted slightly*and withdrew my diaphragm, causing a flood of Demarcus's semen to run down my inner thighs and spill on the shower floor. Tom's penis began to thicken and stiffen immediately upon seeing the large dollops of his friend's sperm flowing from his wife's sore and swollen labia. Tom and I*spent the next hour comparing*notes, each telling the other about our evening of debauchery with our neighbors. Tom revealed a few surprising facts about my best friend's sexual desires. I learned that Jen was multiple orgasmic. I think Tom used the term 'easy cummer' to describe her. But what really shocked me was that Jen introduced my husband to his first successful anal experience. That's right, Jen allowed Tom to fuck her in her backside; and she had two orgasms with his cock in her ass. I was initially jealous and irritated that Tom had successfully performed this act with her, something I had never been able to do because of the pain involved. My temporary bout with jealousy made it a bit easier to tell my husband the details of how Demarcus forced orgasm upon orgasm upon me. I an ashamed to admit this, but a small part of me wanted to make Tom a little bit jealous, too. So while*Tom fucked me, I described in vivid detail how,*last Friday*night,*I struggled to accommodate Demarcus's massive black cock. I*admitted that I had enjoyed a series of massively powerful orgasms while I was*impaled by Demarcus's large erection. I even confessed that when I was having trouble achieving my final orgasm, late Saturday morning, I begged Demarcus to finger my backside while I rode astride him, his huge, black cock buried 'balls deep' in my pussy. Tom came while I told him about my final orgasm.Saturday afternoon: Tom and I relaxed and made love the rest of the weekend. Every time I would make any reference to the size of Demarcus's large black cock, my husband would get erect. He would hang on my every word,. The more graphic the description, the better.I gradually moved away from being jealous and angry, to being intrigued, to finally becoming aroused, by the thought of my husband having his first and only anal experience with my best friend. I finally came to grips with the fact that if I could not give that to Tom, I was glad that Jen did.Sunday Evening: Sunday night we sat in the den, listening to music and sipping our drinks. Tom was having a scotch, I was enjoying a glass of chardonnay.* I looked over at Tom and said, *quot;How are you feeling?*quot; *quot;Fine. You?*quot; *quot;I'm feeling a little antsy. Do you regret what we did?*quot; I asked, not exactly sure where I was taking this conversation. *quot;I don't think so. Why? Do you?*quot; *quot;No. But things are a little different. We both had wild sex with our neighbors; people we will see day in and day out.*quot; Tom thought for a second before answering, *quot;I guess it will be a little weird talking to Demarcus knowing I was in his wife's backside, and he gave my wife the best orgasm of her life.*quot; *quot;Do you think we'll ever do anything like that again?*quot; I asked nervously. *quot;Would you want to?*quot; I thought for a minute and responded, *quot;I don't know. Maybe. Would you?*quot; *quot;I'd be lying if I said that I have not been thinking about it. It is tempting.*quot; I looked at Tom and*with a playfully chastising tone I said, *quot;So you've been thinking about Jen's backside all weekend?*quot; Tom let out a laugh and responded, *quot;Actually, the thought of watching you ride Demarcus is the thing I can't get out of my mind. It's like a sore tooth, I cannot leave that image alone. I keep going back to it, imagining it.*quot; *quot;So you did not experience any jealousy? None?*quot; I asked. I was not sure if I was happy or hurt that my husband seemed to be so comfortable with my reaction to our neighbor's wonderful, large, black cock. *quot;Oh, I'm not saying that. I had a knot in my stomach when I watched Demarcus escort you out of our house on Friday night. God, you looked fantastic. I kept imagining him undressing you, and seeing you in the matching red garter belt and shear bra and panties.*quot; Tom took a sip of his scotch before continuing, *quot;But my jealousy was overwhelmed by my arousal as I imagined what he would do to you, to my wife. And Christine, I knew you would probably climax, probably more bahis şirketleri than once. But I also knew that it would just be sex, not love. I know you love me. I knew that there was no risk of me losing you.*quot; Tom managed to say precisely the right thing. He made me feel loved and confident in our relationship, while allowing me to enjoy the erotic memories of my night with Demarcus with minimal guilt. *quot;I really struggled with your description of you and Jen at first, but as the image I formed in my mind became increasingly vivid, I became more aroused.*quot; *quot;Why do you think you got so jealous, initially?*quot; Tom asked before finishing his scotch. I paused to consider my answer as he went to the bar to pour himself a second drink. *quot;I have wondered that myself. I think it is because you did something with her that we could not do. I think I felt threatened by the fact that she gave you something that I could not. On some level, I think I was worried that because you were able to do that with her...you know, enter her backside... that you'd like sex with her better than with me.*quot; Tom walked over to the couch where I was seated, extended his hand, and pulled me to a standing position. He took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. Looking into my eyes, he assured me, *quot;Christine, please, do not ever think that. You are my wife, my lover, my best friend. You are the most important thing in the world to me. I would never, not even for a moment, think that sex with someone else was better than making love to you. You said it right yesterday, when we were in the tub; Jen and I fucked; you and I make love.*quot; I don't think I have ever felt Tom's love for me and dedication to me more strongly than I did at that moment. I realize how bizarre it sounds, but*I felt closer to my husband after allowing my handsome, black neighbor to drive me to a series of powerful orgasm, and after learning that my husband had his first successful anal experience with my best friend. It's hard to understand, but that is precisely how I felt at the moment. *quot;Tom, I think I want you to make love to me tonight.*quot; *quot;I would like that very much,*quot; Tom said as he set his half empty glass down and led me to the bedroom. We made love slowly and passionately. I did not achieve a climax, but it was beautiful and fulfilling, nonetheless.Monday Morning:I was sitting on my back patio, listening to the pool's waterfall cascade into the pool. The sound was more than relaxing, it was hypnotic. I was still dressed in my sleeping attire, a t-shirt, my panties and a terrycloth robe. My mind was all over the place. I was startled from*my trance by Jen peering around the corner and asking, *quot;Up for some company?*quot; *quot;Sure, come join me. Grab a cup of coffee if you want,*quot; I offered. *quot;Thanks, I think I will,*quot; she said entering my kitchen. Jen knew her way around my kitchen as well as I did. She also now knew her way around my husband pretty well too, I mused. Jen returned carrying a steaming cup of black coffee. She was wearing a green, v-neck*t-shirt and a pair of white shorts. The white cotton material of her shorts accented the deep tan on her long legs nicely. I could not deny that there was something very sensual and seductive about this woman. Even with a bra on, I could distinctly see her erect nipples straining firmly against the cotton material of her shirt. Her long blonde hair fell to her shoulders. Yes, I could see why Tom was so taken with this gorgeous, statuesque Nordic beauty. *quot;I don't know how you drink*your coffee*black. I need cream and sugar or it is simply too bitter for me,*quot; I commented. Jen let out a loud laugh and said, *quot;I guess I like my men and my coffee the same way, strong, black and hot.*quot; *quot;I guess I set you up with that joke, huh?*quot; She nodded and smiled. *quot;So how are you and my boyfriend feeling? Are you two okay after Friday night's adventures?*quot; she asked with a genuine interest which bordered on concern. *quot;Oh, we are doing find. It is a little surreal, you know. Tom and I have never played like that before. I asked him if he regretted it, and he assured me that he does not.*quot; Jen hesitated just a moment before asking her next question, *quot;What about you? Do you regret it?*quot; I smiled and shook my head, *quot;No, I can't say that I do. I thoroughly enjoyed my time with Demarcus. You did not exaggerate one bit. He's wonderful. But I did have an unexpected bout of jealousy when Tom told me what you and he did.*quot; Jen's face flushed and she became visibly nervous, *quot;Oh, he told you about that?*quot; *quot;Jen, it's alright. Really. I'm not mad. You see, the thing is, early in our marriage Tom and I tried to do that a few times. I couldn't. It simply hurt too much. I had to make him stop before he even got 'his foot in the door', so to speak.*quot; Jen interrupted me, *quot;Well I certainly can't take Demarcus back there...*quot; I laughed loudly, *quot;Well I guess not. My god, girl, of course you can't. That man is huge.*quot; She giggled and said, *quot;Okay, that was a stupid thing to say. But it was nice to take Tom back there. I enjoyed it. He got me off, twice, that way.*quot; *quot;I know. He told me. He was quite pleased with himself. In fact, he kind of pissed me off a bit that he was so proud that he made you cum that way.*quot; Jen paused for a second, and then confessed, *quot;Can I tell you something?*quot; *quot;I think you and I are well beyond keeping secrets from each other,*quot; I responded. *quot;That is the only time I have ever climaxed that way.*quot; *quot;So, you've done this before? She blushed again and admitted, *quot;I tried it a couple of times in college, before I met Demarcus. I was able to 'do it', but I did not climax. But*Saturday morning with Tom was different. I could not believe I responded that way.*quot; *quot;I know. I heard all about it,*quot;*I admitted. I took a sip of coffee and continued, *quot;So how do you and Demarcus feel about Friday night?*quot; *quot;Oh, we had a wonderful time. It was fun and sexy. But the best part is that we really, really like you guys. It wasn't just a sports fuck. We really enjoy being with you guys.*quot; *quot;So neither you nor Demarcus got jealous?*quot; *quot;Oh my, no. Demarcus is happy that Tom got me off so many times. He knows there is no way he is ever going to be able to take me anally, so he is very glad Tom was able get me off that way. He just wishes that he could have witnessed it.*quot; *quot;And you're not jealous bahis firmaları about Demarcus and me?*quot; I asked. I was genuinely trying to understand the emotions at play here, including mine. *quot;Oh, not at all. I was glad you got to enjoy that big black cock. I knew you'd love it. Christine, you are my best friend. I wanted to share that with you. And I wanted to satisfy Demarcus's fantasy. He's been thinking about you since we moved next door.*quot; I did not respond. To be honest, I was feeling a little bit small and*petty. It seemed that I was the only one who*experienced any resentment or jealousy. I did not like what that said about me as a person. After a period of silence, Jen changed the subject and talked about the Caribbean cruise that she and Demarcus had planned next month. I mostly listened*passively. My thoughts were elsewhere. I kept wondering if our little adventure was a one time event, or if we were going to repeat this sexually charged experience again and again. I honestly could not decide what I really wanted to*have happen. But I knew my panties were very moist as I wrestled with the possibilities. Jen finished her coffee,*got up and started to leave. *quot;I better get going. I have an appointment at ten o'clock with*our financial advisor, and then I need to hit the gym. I'll catch you later.*quot; I nodded, and then I surprised myself. Almost without thinking, and certainly without discussing it with Tom, I blurted out, *quot;Would you and Demarcus like to come over for dinner Friday night?*quot; I acted on impulse. I am not exactly sure why I did this without even consulting Tom. I had not even decided I ever wanted to*repeat the debaucheries of the past weekend, yet I made an invitation that, at best, would be fraught with temptation. Oh, I know, it was an innocent sounding dinner invitation, but Jen and*I both knew that after*this past weekend's event, it was not. If Jen and Demarcus accepted, this dinner would place*all the key parties into the same room, with alcohol and opportunity. Jen smiled broadly, and said, *quot;I think that would be nice. I'll bring the*salad and dessert, okay?*quot;Her facial expression left no doubt that she understood that this dinner could turn into something far more intimate*than merely sharing a meal. *quot;That sounds great. We'll see you at seven o'clock on Friday,*quot; I replied nervously. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I stood to hug Jen goodbye. I went into my bathroom, stripped, and filled the tub half way full.* I climbed in the warm water. After a few minutes, my fingers found their way to my erect clitoris. I was anxious, nervous and aroused. My mind raced in several directions. I did not know what I wanted, or what I expected. The thought of enjoying Demarcus again was almost too tempting. And I confess, I did want to watch Tom fuck Jen. I had successfully transformed my jealousy into a titillating image*where Jen is kneeling in the bed, her face buried in the*pillows moaning and whimpering from the combination of pain and pleasure as my*husband punishes her anus with his six and a half inch erection. I turned on the*hand held water massager and adjusted the nozzle to deliver a rapid series of pulsating jets. Opening my labia with my left hand, I held the water massager with my right hand and directed the pulsations to my clitoris. I came almost instantly as I imagined Tom fucking Jen's tight ass while Demarcus and I watched. I came powerfully and suddenly. Since I was alone in my house, I did not feel the need to be quiet. I cried out loudly, uttering a series of incoherent moans as my entire body quivered. Quickly, the sensation on my clitoris became too intense and I removed the jet. I shut off the water, and lay there, panting in the warm water. With my breasts still heaving from the excitement of my orgasm, I admitted the truth to myself. I did want to continue to explore these intimacies with our best friends and neighbors. I washed, got out of the tub and dried. I dressed and*went about my day. I was anxious all day, unsure what I would tell Tom when he returned home. After dinner, Tom and I retired to the den.*quot;Can you talk?*quot; I asked with a quiver in my voice. *quot;Sure. What's on your mind?*quot;*quot;I should talked to you first, but I did something.*quot; Tom's voice conveyed a level of concern. *quot;What did you do?*quot; *quot;I invited Jen and Demarcus over for dinner on Friday?*quot; Tom laughed loudly, *quot;That's it? Seriously? Christine, we have them over for dinner all the time. What's the big deal?*quot; *quot;Tom, I have a feeling that this time it will be different. Very different. I think they may be expecting to 'play'. I should have talked to you first.*quot; *quot;Christine, you are making too big a deal out of this. No one is going to force you into anything you don't want. I promise.*quot; *quot;I know that,*quot; I responded nervously. I paused and then said what I really wanted to say, *quot;I think I want this.*quot; *quot;Christine, you just woke up 'Thomas'. I swear, I*am getting*such a boner right now.*quot; 'Thomas' is the pet name we use to refer to Tom's penis. I could see the bulge pulsing in the front of Tom's pants. *quot;So you're not mad at me?*quot; *quot;Fuck no. I am thrilled. If you are okay with this, I am thrilled with it. I promise.*quot; *quot;Tom, I need you to promise me something.*quot; *quot;What's that?*quot; I looked into his eyes. I wanted to convey that my next comment was a serious one. *quot;Promise me that you won't fall in love with her. Promise me that this won't ruin our marriage. And promise me that you'll never see her without me knowing about it,*quot; I said, almost begging. I truly was scared that I was leading us down a very dangerous slope. *quot;Christine, I promise you all of those things. Can you make me the same promises?*quot; *quot;I can. I promise. Tom, I may let him fuck me, but I promise, you are the only man I will ever love. And I promise you, no matter what we do with other people, I will always belong to you, and you to me.*quot; We chatted a few more minutes and then retired to the bedroom, made love and fell asleep. The week seemed to drag on. There were days where time seemed to simply stop. I was perpetually distracted about our dinner date on Friday night. For some reason, I seemed to be more nervous about having Demarcus and Jen over than I was the previous Friday when I was Demarcus's birthday present. I decided that I need to abstain from masturbating kaçak bahis siteleri starting on Tuesday. I also cut Tom off, starting Tuesday. I did not know what Friday would bring, but I knew I wanted to be primed and ready. By the end of the week, I was climbing the walls, I was so horny. I know Tom jacked off every morning in*the shower to take the edge off. I was tempted to climb in the shower a couple of times and give him a blow job, but I didn't. I feared that if I performed fellatio*on him, I would be too wound up myself to resist making myself cum.Friday finally arrived. I went to my hair appointment, and then had my nails done, before noon. Then I swung by Whole Foods to pick up some tilapia for tonight's dinner. It was almost two o'clock when I arrived home. After putting the fish and other groceries away, I ran a bath. I stripped and got ready to climb in the warm bath water, when I caught my image in the mirror. I studied my naked form. Objectively speaking, I*was*an attractive woman.*At five foot,*four*inches, with a slender figure and small, but perky breasts I could still turn heads. I have been told, on many occasions, that with my blonde hair and large green eyes, I resemble Reese Witherspoon. I could appreciate the fact that my breasts were firm, my nipples erect, my stomach flat and my butt shapely. I did look good.I bathed, and shaved the slight stubble off my mound and legs. I got out*of the tub and dried myself. When Tom arrived home I was sitting in front of my vanity table wearing only my robe, putting on my make up. *quot;What are you going to wear?*quot; he asked. *quot;I don't know. Maybe my sundress? Or I could go more casual. What do you think?*quot; *quot;Wear those white daisy dukes, and the white V-neck top I like so much. And let's leave off the bra tonight,*quot; Tom suggested with a bit of an evil grin. *quot;Tom, I can't do that. The girls will be plainly visible. It would be like inviting trouble,*quot; I protested. Tom laughed, *quot;I think you invited trouble on Monday when you and Jen planned this dinner tonight. Besides, both Jen and Demarcus have seen you topless already.*quot; *quot;But Tom, come on. It would be like saying 'we invited you two over to a swinging party'. I'd be too embarrassed,*quot; I continued to protest, but truthfully, my resolve was weakening. I kind of actually wanted to go braless; but I needed Tom to talk me into it. *quot;Come on, Christine. It will help set the mood and tell Demarcus that things are a little different between the four of us now.*quot; *quot;Tom, I think he already knows that. But okay, I'll do it if you really want me to.*quot; I finished applying my make-up, put on a pair of white bikini panties, and my white daisy duke shorts. I found the shear white cotton V-neck shirt that Tom liked and pulled it over my head. I glanced in the mirror. I was taken aback by what I saw. *quot;Oh my, you can see right through this thing.*quot; *quot;Christine, you look stunning...you are smoking hot.*quot; I felt myself blush under his gaze, but his praise felt good. I knew I looked good, damn good in fact. However, if I am honest, I also have to admit that Jen was prettier and*more stunning than I was. She had a tall, statuesque body. At*five foot, ten inches tall, she had the long legs and figure of a model. She was an avid tennis player and had the sleek look of a well conditioned athlete. She had a blue-eyed,*blonde, Swedish or Norwegian appearance that I envied. That's why Tom's gushing over my appearance was so important to me. He reassured me that, at least to him, I was just as pretty and desirable as Jen. And believing he genuinely felt that way gave me the confidence I needed to proceed with our evening. I did not want to spend the evening insecure about my looks in the presence of*a gorgeous Nordic goddess. *quot;Thank you. I am glad you think so. I need to get to the kitchen and start making dinner. Would you bring me a glass of wine?*quot; I went into the kitchen and put on a full length apron. Tom showed up moments later with my wine. I coated the tilapia with 'Paul Prudhomme's blackened red fish magic'. The rice was cooking in the rice maker. I had a pan of charro beans simmering on the stove. Everything was on schedule. So why was I so nervous? So anxious? So uneasy? I jumped slightly when the doorbell rang. They were here. I glanced at the clock. It read six fifty three. They were seven minutes early. Did this mean that they were anxious, too? I entered the living room in time to see Tom inviting our guests into the den, and asking for drink orders. Jen wanted wine, Demarcus opted for scotch. I witnessed Demarcus handing Tom a paper sack with a large bottle inside. Tom placed the paper sack on the bar. I followed Jen into the kitchen. Jen was carrying a large wooden bowl*containing spinach salad, which she*placed it on the counter. She turned and hugged me. Demarcus followed her and went to the refrigerator and placed a*pie inside. *quot;This is one of my personal specialties, key lime pie. I made it last night. I hope you guys like it,*quot; Demarcus bragged. *quot;You didn't have to do that, but thank you,*quot; I replied as he hugged me and kissed my cheek. My kitchen apron masked the fact that I*was braless. They would discover that soon enough. I honestly was feeling a bit embarrassed that I seemed to be the only one who was wearing anything that was more revealing*than typical party attire. For a brief moment, I considered excusing myself and going to my bedroom to put on a bra. But I knew that Tom would be disappointed if I did. So I decided to endure my embarrassment and leave the bra off.Tom shouted from the den, *quot;Christine, why don't you take a break from cooking and come have a drink with us. Bring our guests back here. I have their drinks ready. What would you like, honey?*quot; I turned towards Jen as I escorted Demarcus and her to the den and asked, *quot;What are you drinking tonight?*quot; *quot;I think Tom is pouring me a glass of chardonnay,*quot; she responded. I*looked at*Tom, and said, *quot;I'll have another glass of chardonnay, too.*quot;Jen was wearing, an orange and white halter style, sun dress. Her long legs seemed to go on forever. Her perky breast were barely concealed under the orange and white halter top. I must admit, this is the first time in my life I*was this aware of another woman's sexual aura. Perhaps it was simply the fact that my husband was somewhat enamored by her beauty. But*I knew it was more than that. I was*attracted to Jen myself.Demarcus was wearing a white polo shirt and white shorts with sandals that contrasted his muscular ebony build quite nicely.